Chapter 1039: Little Bach Mother-in-law, I'll tell you good news, your father is alive and then dead

Looking at the short marshal who was gagged with a handkerchief and "escorted" out of the conference room by a group of earth priests, Murphy waved goodbye to him with a gentle smile, and of course got Loren's glare.

The information floating in those angry eyes at this time was enough to write a paper of several thousand words to discuss the complex feelings in the heart of the short marshal at this time.

That's right, it's a trap for him!

Loren has not been running away from marriage for a day or two, this guy may be suffering from some kind of incorrigible "fear of marriage", according to the previous complaints of the old man of Ofg, the short marshal has always claimed that he is career-oriented, and he dragged his childhood sweetheart's cousin from 60 to 68 years old, although this is just an adult in the age of dwarves, but dwarves only have their own cultural characteristics.

The marriage contract between the two had been made a long time ago, and it was still a marriage contract between King Louis and the Silver Lord as the "elders" of both parties, and to put it bluntly, this thing belonged to the category of "political marriage".

Marshal Loren is half human and has been growing up in the human world, and has become the marshal boss of the Plantagenet Kingdom, he is enough to represent the majesty of the Plantagenet Kingdom, and it is not outrageous for King Louis to get a political marriage, and Murphy only plays a slightly insignificant role in it.

"Inform the Batasin Chamber of Commerce to speed up the attraction of immigrants from the Cato region while Loren is being tied up to get married!"

Murphy turned back to Adele and commanded:

"I have sent the letter to the Grand Duke of Wolf Venom, the Wolf Venom Clan will use their forces in the gray area to cooperate with our actions, this window will not be too long, I estimate that Loren will return to Dorod Fortress in a month and a half at most, and in this period to complete the transfer of stowaways, the more people the better.

Time is tight, and the task is heavy.

Therefore, if necessary, Kuder also had to mobilize the forces of the Maginot Line to assist in this operation. ”

"But General Soros sitting in the fortress of Dorod will also stop our movements, that general is not a good man, he can fully understand that our actions are digging for the roots of gorse."

Adele whispered:

"Do you want another accident? Anyway, now that the chaos is running around on the battlefield, it is also highly probable that a brave commander like General Soros will encounter an accident. ”

"Not necessarily."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"The last target for the big gon fishmen to burrow out of Lake Shulpers is the Dorod Fortress, and General Soros is too busy with defense and dealing with the casualties of the vanguard army, so he doesn't have so much time to focus on people's livelihood.

The Capet family gave face to Marshal Loren because the marshal represented the majesty of King Louis, and the members of the royal party were self-contained in this regard and united internally, but General Soros was a little worse, he was a pure soldier and could not play on the Capet family's territory.

So, next, the attitude of the Blackfoot Fox Count Leon is crucial.

With his cooperation, we can really 'eat' this wave. ”

"Hmm, is that another reason why you used your precious Symbiotic Crystals to rescue Brigadier General Frazier?"

Adele Says:

"You want the Capetian family to keep their eyes open?"

"No, I want them to be involved."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Translasia's finances have been tight, Miriam's hair is running out for money, we haven't had a mature profitable industry, and the casino business can't last long, but the Capet family has a lot of money in this area.

Alas, I'm not good at politics and can't be ruthless, otherwise wouldn't it have been all solved if I directly promoted the marriage of Miriam and Fraser? ”

"You wouldn't do that."

Sister E pouted and said:

"If you really want to do that, you'll have to meet the pure love iron fist of the players."

"You talk a lot!"

Murphy turned around and patted Adele's always serious but actually blown-up face, and said:

"Alright, just leave these troublesome matters to Miriam, she is getting more and more comfortable now, as a puppet governor, I have to devote my energy to areas that are more suitable for me, and there are still about forty days until the Pharaoh's birthday feast, and now is the time to start preparing.

I'll leave this matter to you.

You'll be accompanied by an adjutant and try to grow the Shadow Intelligence Agency's power into the Land of Origin, which will become a very important 'strategic partner' for Translancia in the future. ”

"Well, I'll come up with a plan as soon as possible."

Sister E nodded, and took advantage of the opportunity to peck at the corner of Murphy's master's mouth.

Speaking of which, although Tracey is not opposed to her intimate contact with Murphy, whether for Adele or for Murphy, this kind of intimacy in private always has a sense of taboo of "cheating".

Murphy found that Adele may have been working in intelligence for a long time, and is a little addicted to this kind of forbidden contact, and can hold hands generously, but she always likes to move her hands and feet in these private places.

Of course, Murphy doesn't hate this way of getting along.

Men, they are all such a cheap mentality, how can there be the stimulation of secretly eating when they eat in large gulps?

And just when the two of them were lingering on the sofa in the conference room and almost lost their guns, there was a sudden knock on the door, which startled Adele, who made the voice of a kitten, and immediately stood up from Murphy's arms and quickly put on his half-naked shirt, and jumped into Murphy's shadow with a whoosh.

This familiar series of "caught rape" reactions made Murphy reluctantly get up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the lipstick marks on his neck, stepped forward to open the door, and found that it was Bonnie staring at him with a dead man's gaze.

"Little Bach is here, and she has asked to meet you."

The loyal Grand Duke's guard moved his nose and said in a businesslike manner:

"There is also an urgent military message from the direction of the Maginot Line, and it is said that large areas of fishmen are attacking the smugglers' woodlands of the Bloodclaw Clan, and there is also a fish-man rebellion in the Andmar Hills of the interior of Translasia,

They are already close to the harbor of Fort Riptide. ”

"The fish people are pretty fast."

Murphy complained:

"It's worthy of a bastard with thousands of fish eggs in a litter, if this is not suppressed, the people of Transencia will have to live a good life of eating and sleeping fishermen in the future."

Bonnie didn't answer.

She knew that she was not in her right mind and had not been very involved in these complex topics, but the Blood Vulture was carrying out her duties as the "Eye of the Grand Duke", her modified and strengthened eyes were discerning certain details of Murphy's body and the conference room.

After noticing the faint water stains on the couch, Bonnie's anger soars and she decides to stop Adele's sassy fox and beat her up right now!

Murphy couldn't intervene in this.

This is a battle between midnight ladies, and his rash intervention by a big old man can easily attract an iron fist bombardment.

However, considering Adele's strength is steadily improving, and she is an assassin who is good at stealth, it is still very difficult for Bonnie to block her.

Murphy left the conference room and rushed to the upper level of the airship, where he soon found Bach Jr. in the small bar in the crew cabin, where she was sitting at the bar making herself a cocktail. The psionic master she had met before would look very lonely, and there was no one around but the bouncing mechanical parrot by her side.

Considering the destructive power of Master Minks' "Squirrel Warrior" that Murphy had seen before, he could conclude that Bach's simple-looking mechanical parrot was probably one of the high-level creations of steam engineering, that is, this thing could transform into a mechanical warrior with blades all over his body at any time, and cut all the fools who rushed to get close to Bach Jr. into beef sashimi.

Wow, these halflings are really crazy.

They call themselves "pacifists", but look at how frenzied they are when they use their power to protect themselves!

"Come over for a drink, Lord Murphy."

Bach Jr. sat down in his chair and beckoned to Murphy, and as he approached, he heard Bach Jr. whisper:

"I've learned from Brother Flywheel and Brother Mincks about what happened in Port Chardo, and my father is really"

"Yes, your father, who has been dead for two hundred years, is alive again, and it is really terrible and warm mixed with warmth, warm and frightened good news."

Murphy pulled out a chair and sat on it, took the cocktail from Bach Jr., blinked and said:

"But on the bright side, you're not alone anymore."

"I'd rather he just died like that"

As soon as Little Bach opened his mouth, he was a pure "big filial girl" style.

She stirred the ice cubes in the wine in front of her with a straw, her eyes seemed to lose focus, and in the sound of the ice cubes colliding with the drink, she said:

"I was also seduced by the Dusk Cultists before I joined Lord Sim's faction of the Purifiers, who used the knowledge of the Creator and the forbidden knowledge as a bait as a means of stirring up the Halfling's truth-seeking nature.

They almost succeeded.

If I hadn't experienced my father's crazy years before he died of old age, I would have been hooked.

Actually, I left the port of Chardo for the human world in the first place, and unlike Flywheel and Minkx, I always had a strange intuition that told me that my father's story didn't end with his death.

It may have been due to the instinctive foreknowledge of a psyker, but two hundred years later, my bad premonition came true.

My father wasn't just crazy

He had gone so far on a terrible road, and the wiser he used to be, the more dazed he was now.

What a faux pas!

It's such a faux pas, it's like a drunken madman peeing under a telephone pole only declaring himself to be deconstructing the truth of the world.

'Academics'?

Hehe, phew!

Under such crazy behavior, how can there be any appearance of a scholar?

But do you know what's the saddest? Murphy, he was sober, and the wisdom he was proud of had not departed from him, which meant that he could not even use madness as a justification for his actions now. ”

Little Bach grabbed the glass, drank the wine in it, and slapped the cup in her hand on the bar in a comfortable breath, she wiped her mouth, looked at Murphy, and said:

"You have a small group that conducts all sorts of obstruction and hunting operations against Twilight, and my friend Lena works in it right now, right? Is there still a shortage of people? ”

"You want to join my secret group, of course I welcome it with both hands."

Murphy took a sip of the cocktail and found it to taste very good.

Granny Bach Jr. is worthy of being a versatile halfling master, and with this bartending technique, even if she can't become a psionic master in the future, she can find a random bar to make a cameo appearance as an outstanding misanthropic bartender.

He sat down in his chair and said to little Bach in a relaxed manner:

"But my small group is currently targeting the 'Source' faction, and has no plans to go to war with the Scholars faction anytime soon, so if you really want to settle your dispute with your father, maybe you should go to Minks and Flywheel.

I'm sure neither of them will give up.

The reunion of the former 'Chardo Port Genius F3' will surely create a different spark when you think about it. ”

"Those two guys can only plan and think, when it comes to action, they are far worse than you, I'm really annoyed now, Shuai Murphy, I just want to smash something to vent now, so joining you is a more suitable choice."

Little Bach shook her head and said:

"Whether it's a source or a scholar, if it's a mess that has to be cleaned up, it doesn't matter where you start cutting.

But there's one more thing I've come to bother you with today, a very important thing.

You overlooked a very important link, Murphy, I talked to the Chuchut princess from the Aztec kingdom before, and I sorted out the timeline, and found that the disturbance of the Aztecs by dusk coincided with the arrival of the Halfling Explorers' Guild on the New World.

In other words, it is highly likely that the Explorers' Guild, which has been operating on the mainland in a harmless manner, is inextricably linked to the Twilight Organization.

To put it more seriously, it is likely that Twilight's invasion and war against the New World was secretly carried out through the channel of the Explorers' Guild.

It just so happens that I have a good personal relationship with Uncle Sherlock, the honorary elder of the Explorers' Guild, so if you need it"

"Of course we do, Mother-in-law."

Murphy raised an eyebrow and said:

"Actually, I didn't find out that the Explorers' Guild was suspicious of these things, I have a stalker engaged in the black market business, her name is Dorothy, she was a full member of the Explorer's Guild, because during the investigation of the elven ruins of Antani, she accidentally broke the Old Church Knight's desecration of the ruins of Avalon, and was hunted down and killed for most of the continent.

She told me that there were some strange expeditions within the Explorers' Guild, but I didn't have the manpower to follow this line at the time.

Right now, my warriors are ambitious to start their travels across the continent under the name of adventurers, and a name in the Explorer's Guild will make their travels easier, and I just need an introducer.

I couldn't have welcomed your willingness to take on this position.

My Warriors can also be your best companion in tracking down the Explorer's Guild line, but you'll need to learn how to deal with my Warriors.

Speaking of which, we're planning to go to the Land of Origin next, do you have similar plans?

I can assign you the status of an Explorer Master in the next version, so that you can better integrate into the group of warriors. ”

"The Tower of the Ring is about to re-establish its credibility, and Master Sim has been considering whether or not to participate in the birthday banquet of the Pharaoh of the Songhai Empire."

Little Bach shrugged her shoulders and said:

"I wasn't interested in it, but now it seems that I should probably fight for the status of emissary and representative, but are you sure you can catch the tail of Dusk in the Land of Origin? You know, I'm really full of evil fire right now."

"I'm sure!"

Murphy raised the cocktail glass in his hand and toasted to Granny Bach Jr. and said:

"Twilight has a hungry dog's feverish pursuit of all things left behind by the Creator, and if they hadn't made some plans in the Land of Origin, I could have plucked my head off and kicked it for you.

We also have plans to travel to the Castile Peninsula after the events in the Land of Origin and take out the Witch Cult once and for all, so if you're lucky, you can eradicate two scourges at once, or even more. ”

"Then I wish us all the best in this fight."

Little Bach also raised his glass and touched it with Murphy.

So the deal was happily reached, and Murphy's anti-twilight group added one more.

"On your way back from the Castile Peninsula, I suggest you drop by White Cliffs."

Little Bach relieved her addiction and picked up her mechanical staff to leave, and she said to Murphy with a slight smell of alcohol:

"I learned from Lord Sim's summons that the 'Grand Dean' had suddenly shut down, and he was repairing the thing, and found some very unique remnants of the Creator in it."

"Tell Lord Sim not to touch that thing."

Murphy knocked on the table and said:

"If you can't remove it, seal it in place, it's mine, I'll take it. Also, please tell Your Excellency Sim not to leave too many people in White Cliffs recently."

"Huh?"

Bach asked in surprise:

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if Twilight were going to steal my stuff again, I'd give them a taste of the God's Scepter, and if I think it might be better to set a trap for them with this thing."

Murphy rubbed his chin and said:

"Should we get the news out there? When they come like dogs smelling bones, give them a hard blow? If we're lucky, we might be able to catch the Dusk Boss, though I don't think that would happen to me.

But there's nothing wrong with giving it a try, right? ”

"Well, great idea!"

(End of chapter)